Hey, baby, how you doin`? What`s goin` on?
I`m sittin` in my motherfuckin` cell, it`s the same song
Tell my kids that I love `em
But don`t tell `em that I`m through
Keep cryin` an` tell `em I`ll be home soon

Oh, baby, I`m goin` crazy
`Cos I keep seein` shit that amaze me
Still, I had to kill a motherfucker last week
He thought I was a punk
An` tried to creep up on me in my sleep

I just think that I could hold or squeeze or touch
Or buck ya but I can`t, so fuck it
I`m behind these bars an` it`s burnin` like nitro
I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle
Aw, shit, there the lights go

{Hello}

Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
An` I know he`s a killer but I love dat nigga

Hey baby, what`s happenin`, honey?
How you doin`? I miss you

The kids keep askin` where`s their papa?
I had to tell `em Daddy got caught by the coppers
It`s time for me to raise `em up proper, by myself
It`s a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain`t got no help

Now, everybody tellin` me that you ain`t shit black
An` when you get out, you`ll jack
An` probably go right the fuck back
Damn, the pressure`s gettin` hot an` heavy
An` yeah, I`m gettin` sweated by your homey
In the blue an` white Chevy

But now he`s got a condo an` a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a trip with him down to Texas
The ends don`t justify the means
An` in another life he might`ve been the man of my dreams

But you know I got your back to the motherfuckin` end
But a bitch can`t even trip like she doesn`t need a friend

Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
An` I know he`s a killer but I love dat nigga

{Hello, you have a collect call from, Coolio
If you choose to accept this call, please press 5 now}

What the fuck you mean you need a friend?
I can`t be havin` no niggas `round my kids
Don`t you make me break up outta this motherfucker
An` start killin` motherfuckers, shit

I know it`s rough, I know it`s tough
But when you fumble in the game, sometimes you get locked up
You better stay away from that punk ass bitch
He ain`t shit, I don`t wanna have to kill him

`Cos think about the times that we used to have
Don`t make me reach out an` touch that ass
You put yourself in danger when you fuck with a buster
Like shootin` dice without a pistol, in a circle of murderers

You got more class than the average type hooker, bitch
Don`t switch, he gotta grip but he ain`t rich
Now I gotta check but if you`ve got the check
Give a nigga a look an` put somethin` on my books, peace

Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
An` I know he`s a killer but I love dat nigga

Aiyo, remember the homey with the Lexus
He took the trip to Texas
Now he`s wearin` the fuckin` Lexus like a necklace
So tell me, what`s the drill, baby pa? What`s a bitch to do?
My nigga`s stretched in the pen since `92

Them visits ain`t doin` the trick, drop fucks make me sick
`Cos this po` puddy tat needs a cat nip
An` that motherfucker representin` you, I think he resents you
He got evidence he never presents to

The people in court, I heard witnesses abortin`
What`s he doin` about gettin` you out to hold the fort?
I got some ends, I`ma send you a dime an` two doves
Mama hates you but damn, I got love for a gangsta

Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
An` I know he`s a killer but I love dat nigga

Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
Mama, I`m in love wit a gangsta
An` I know he`s a killer